LeBag Cometh.
Greetings from a strip mall. That’s right, I landed safely and securely in Colorado Springs, and since the interwebs company can’t seem to get their Continue reading LeBag Cometh.
Author Archives: D2
The End is the Beginning is the End is the Bar Floor.
The last time I up and left Flagstaff “For Good” was in 2008. During my last night in town, this happened thanks to THE SHINDAGGERS. Continue reading The End is the Beginning is the End is the Bar Floor.
A Fat Face and a Windshield
Yeah, so what the fuck, right? I know. Haven’t posted in like, a month. I didn’t want to interrupt the killer Tour coverage going on Continue reading A Fat Face and a Windshield
I got RAAM’ed.
The other night I was hanging out at the ol’ Dude N’ Hug watching Vancouver get the snot slapped out of ’em by perhaps my Continue reading I got RAAM’ed.
Bobby Bigwheels
Back in college, I played a lot of hockey. Just like in cycling, guys on a hockey team tend to have pretty varied personalities, and Continue reading Bobby Bigwheels
A Convert to the Squish
Had me a pretty good bike week last week…which is to say, I rode. I got out on the mountain bike twice while the weather Continue reading A Convert to the Squish
Hey Industry, I’m Talking To You!
As a general rule, I try not to do too much bitching about the industry, since I have, technically, been a part of it and Continue reading Hey Industry, I’m Talking To You!
Changes like Bowie
About eight years ago, while I was working at Rose Bike Shop in Orono, Maine, I came across an old Raleigh Gran Prix that I Continue reading Changes like Bowie
Confusing the Seasons
Well well well. I haven’t done much on this site since Old Pueblo except write some innocuous comments on random posts and piss off at Continue reading Confusing the Seasons
Another Motorist Can’t Handle His Shit.
Sorry to bump the Gnome’s post so quickly…you should read it right after you read this. “A motorist sped his car through a pack of Continue reading Another Motorist Can’t Handle His Shit.
Old Pu and a Wet Kiss Goodnight
Know that movie “The Perfect Storm”? If it had taken place in the desert, Old Pueblo would have been a great place to film it. Continue reading Old Pu and a Wet Kiss Goodnight
I Don’t Give a Rat’s Ass About Contador.
And that is why I, for one, have posted nothing about it. Fin. Here’s what I’d donate a grade-A rat’s ass to: 24 hours in Continue reading I Don’t Give a Rat’s Ass About Contador.